Red Pointe Shoe

    stuff, stuff, stuff I have a cold. It’s a hundred degrees every day, I live smack dab in the middle of West Africa, I’m a health volunteer, and I have a cold. And you all laughed when I insisted on packing the Dayquil. My mid-training language assessment was yesterday morning. It was especially fun because of the copious amount of snot pouring out of my nose. I’m fairly certain I was awesome anyway. Immediately after it I headed…

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My name is Korotumu Diarra, or Koro for short. I am named after my 14-year-old host sister, who is the hardest working woman I have ever met. Because I am a Diarra, I am to accuse Traores of being bean eaters. If I am accused of being a bean eater, I am to deny it. Nevermind that a giant bowl of beans has been one of my favorite meals thus far in Mali. The locals have given each of us…

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